paroles de chanson 3-2-1 - Organized Konfusion
[Prince
poetry]
Yo
check
it
out,
we
gonna
do
it
like
this
for
the
'93
flava
Know
what
I'm
saying?
letting
you
know
this
is
organized
We
got
the
crew
in
the
house,
And
we
definitely
representin
for
the
masses
So
my
man
pharoahe
monch
gon'
step
to
mic
Let
you
know
what
time
it
is
We
gon-na
do
it
like
this,
check
it
out
[Pharoahe
monch]
Help
me
out,
to
my
peeps
in
queens,
clap
your
hands
To
my
peeps
in
brooklyn,
clab
your
hands
To
my
people
in
the
bronx,
clap
your
hands
To
my
peeps
uptown,
clap
your
hands
It's
three
strikes,
two
tokes,
one
time
for
the
mind
Three
strikes,
two
tokes,
one
time
for
your
mind
Three
strikes,
two
tokes,
and
one
time
for
the
mind
Three
stickes,
two
tokes,
and
one
time...
Surprisssssse!
huh,
open
your
eyes
up,
when
I
rise,
huh
Pharoahe
monch
I
got
skills
for
the
wise!
Dumb,
deaf,
and
blind
you
know
it's
time
to
organize
I'm
flippin
and
rippin
a
style
for
the
boys
who
wanna
get
wild
For
the
old
and
young,
the
golden
child
I
be
the
man
with
the
gift
of
gab
like
santa
Catchin
- stacks
of
beats,
from
here
to
atlanta
Ruah!
what
you
say
little
weasel?
Can't
block
the
foul
if
the
style's
cock
diesel
I
feel
like
busting
loose
With
the
style
that
I
produce
to
get
juice
from
a
troops
Black
kojack,
better
than
beretta
Any
veteran
knows
the
medicine
man
is
better
Never
sweat
a
girl
that's
inside
of
a
jetta
I
just
let
her
pass
by
with
a
wink
to
the
eye
It's
the
m-o-n-c-h,
i,
g-a-i
The
greatest
rapper
you
ever
heard
please
won't
you
relate
my
Message
to
my
critics,
get
it
when
you
rewind
It's
three
strikes,
two
tokes,
one
time
for
the
mind
It's
three
strikes,
two
tokes
two
times
for
the
mind
(repeat
8x)
[Prince
poetry]
Check
who
gets
wreck,
it's
me,
prince
po
Old
school
flowing,
rolling
thick
with
the
o
R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d,
peace
to
the
pioneers
that
made
a
way
for
me
To
mc,
and
tear
the
roof
off
the
mother,
brother
So
back
on
the
underground
because
we
love
you
smother
Wack
mc's,
like
gravy
on
chicken
Hope
some
of
the
homeless
say
that
our
jams
is
kickin
Stickin
flavor,
in
your
grill
piece
Pickin
fat
loops
for
troops
to
bop
to,
when
time
is
ticking
Winding
up,
here
comes
the
pitch
Prince
po
throws
strictly
fast
flows
with
no
specific
type
of
niche
But
sometimes
you
gotta
slow
down
the
flow
Blow
up
the
spot
and
let
the
whole
world
know
Here
comes
the
prince
po
with
another
funky
intro
Something
to
parlay
with
and
ease
the
mental
Our
instrumentals
are
too
much
for
the
average
fan
So
I
bring
the
jamacian
funk
(uh!)
that's
what
it
is
I
am
too
dope,
too
fat,
organized
konfusion
is
back
That's
with
a
"k"
black,
get
the
fly
exact
stack
The
money,
start
the
party
cause
organzied
don't
play
that!
It's
three
strikes,
two
tokes
two
times
for
the
mind
(repeat
8x)
![Organized Konfusion - Stress: The Extinction Agenda](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/c/4/5/w/t703ckw54c.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Stress
3 The Extinction Agenda
4 Thirteen
5 Black Sunday
6 Drop Bombs
7 Bring It On
8 Why
9 Let's Organize
10 3-2-1
11 Keep It Koming
12 Stray Bullet
13 Maintain
14 Stress - Remix
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